There were times when I would sit alone

and stare at nothing.

Thinking myself numb

in fear of moving, lest my glass house shatter

and I begin to feel.

Holding my breath, afraid. 

Then you crept in,

fingers of light shone through the glass

and reached to me, to set me free

and soaring.

I fell for you like nothing else.

I gave you me, with bows and pretty things

to hide the ugly cracks.

You wanted me anyway,

broken wings and heart, all of me.

You tore down my walls

and found me, new and shining

under it all.